"Spanish Ladies" - by Roger McGuinn


Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For it's we've weceived orders for to sail for old England
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.

Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west my boys
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see
So we rounded and sounded and got forty-five fathoms
We squared our main yard, up the channel steered we

Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman
Then Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness
Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England
From Ushant to Sicily is thirty-five leagues

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
All in the downs that night for to meet
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England
From Ushant to Sicily is thirty-five leagues

Now let every man toss off a full bumper
And let every man toss off a full bowl
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
Singing here's a good health to all true-hearted souls

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England
From Ushant to Sicily is thirty-five leagues